"Promise me you'll be mine, Raven," Declan teased, his warm breath tickling my ear. I fought hard to suppress the groan that threatened to escape, knowing I couldn't afford to let him win this battle of wills. "What if you don't?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure. "In that case, I'll gently bind you and etch each vowel of my name on your neck, so every time you moan, others will know it's mine, no matter where your steps take you, dear Raven," he whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I knew better than to underestimate his capacity for following through on such a statement. --- Raven, once a skilled assassin and esteemed member of the BloodFrang Tribe, was given the daunting task of eliminating Declan, the alpha of the IronClaw Pack. However, fate intervened when she discovered their unexpected connection – they were mates. Her mission failed at that very moment. To make matters even more complicated, Declan captured her, and in her absence, her fiancé went ahead with marriage. Realizing she had been a pawn in a larger game, Raven now sought only retribution, longing to see those who played her suffer.
